"Meri ICU ki rotation ki pehli call thi. Subah 6 baje ke qareeb main krista ko nursing station pe signout de raha tha ke Bed 27 pe Mr. Lloyd ka 'code blue' ho gaya....He was sick for a while and we knew he may not survive... Code blue run kerte huwe meri nazar ICU se bahir hospital ke peechle baramde per pari. Hamari hospital ka ICU first floor pe hai ...and you can see all landscaping outside the window....Bahir raat bhar hulki hulki baarish se baramde main thora paani jama ho gaya tha aur kuch kaale rung ke kabooter bethe gutergoon ker rahe the...Subha hone ke asar the aur aasman bus kone se hulka hulka neela huwa tha....Jis lumhe main ne mehsoos kiya ke ab....Mr. Lloyd is no more there and we can't get him back....baarish aur hawa ka aik tez jhonka aaya aur saare kabooter aik saath parhparhate huwe ur gaye...mujhe aesa laga woh isi lamhe ka intizar ker rahe the....I call off the code and Mr. Lloyd was pronounced dead"
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Wisdoms
There are 2 kinds of wisdom in this world.
1. Conventional wisdom (or in crude words called crowd psychology): like most people think that accidents happen on highways and roads due to fast drivers. That what you read in books.
2. Unconventional Wisdom (or in other words - independent thinkers): like some people think that accidents happen on highways and roads due to slow drivers. That what you learn by driving.
Wisdom on the road of life is not very different either.
1. Conventional wisdom (or in crude words called crowd psychology): like most people think that accidents happen on highways and roads due to fast drivers. That what you read in books.
2. Unconventional Wisdom (or in other words - independent thinkers): like some people think that accidents happen on highways and roads due to slow drivers. That what you learn by driving.
Wisdom on the road of life is not very different either.
Monday, January 29, 2007
Bullying
Bullying is a serious problem. Here is a chat conversation (nephew and uncle)
N: Hi
U: Hi
N: How are you?
U: Good! And yourself?
N: Not good!
U: How come?
N: I flunk my medical college test.
U: I thought you worked hard for that test and were all set to score high.
N: Yes, I was.
U: So?
N: Something happened on exam day.
U: What?
N: The day I went to the exam center, 2 'big boys' started pushing me. At first, I thought one had a cell phone in his hand, but actually, it was a knife. I don't think they ever intended to use it, but they were just scaring me. I tried to ignore them, but they pushed me to the ground. We started fighting, and I was surprised I fought well, and at one point, I even snatched that knife. By the time they left, I was so shaken by the whole episode that I did poorly on the test!
U: hmmm.
*
Sunday, January 28, 2007
Ajeeb si baat
Us ne ye bari ajeeb si baat kahi mujh se. Sochta hun to mere saath bhi kuch aesa hi huwa tha aur kai dusre logon ke saath bhi hote dekha hai magar mera khayal tha ke ye to bus ittifaq hota hai. Us ne kaha....
"Aksar bachhon ke is duniya main paida hone se pehle us ke baap ya ma ya khandan ke kisi qareebi fard ko aik naghani afat, accident, bimari ya kisi khatrnaak raahguzar se guzarna perta hai. Aksar aap ne dekha hoga ke bachhe ki wiladat se kuch hafton pehle is tarah ka koi waaqiah hota hai ya aksar khandan ka koi fard intiqal ker jata hai. Aesa kiun hota hai, ye to maalum nahi. Shayed ye jatane ke liye ke ab se tumhari zindagi is bacche ke naam hai!"
Kiya pagalpane ki baat hai. Aesa kese ho sakta hai !
"Aksar bachhon ke is duniya main paida hone se pehle us ke baap ya ma ya khandan ke kisi qareebi fard ko aik naghani afat, accident, bimari ya kisi khatrnaak raahguzar se guzarna perta hai. Aksar aap ne dekha hoga ke bachhe ki wiladat se kuch hafton pehle is tarah ka koi waaqiah hota hai ya aksar khandan ka koi fard intiqal ker jata hai. Aesa kiun hota hai, ye to maalum nahi. Shayed ye jatane ke liye ke ab se tumhari zindagi is bacche ke naam hai!"
Kiya pagalpane ki baat hai. Aesa kese ho sakta hai !
Saturday, January 27, 2007
Khamoshi
Bachpun main sunte the ke "khamoshi hazar balain taalti hai". Bare huwe to maalum huwa "khamoshi hazar gunhaon ko bhi taalti hai" !
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Jinn aur Tota - 2
(Peechle post pe Koonj ke comment per meri zindagi ke waaqiat se mustaar lia huwa aik qissa)
Mere taya yani abbu ke bare bhai suna hai parhe likhe aadmi the. Un ki pervarish Agra main hui, is liye abbu batate hain urdu bari shaista bolte the. Ye bhi suna hai ke un ke column akhbaron main chapa kerte the, lakin hamare khandan main baqi kisi ko aesi koi dilchaspi nahi thi, is liye agar chape bhi the to ab kuch nahi maalum ke kaunse akhbar main likhte the aur allah jaane kiya likhte the. Hame to bus itna yaad hai ke jub hum 4/5 baras ke the to rozana naashte ki mez per hum un ke saath bethte, woh akhbar parhte aur hum un se batain kerte aur woh muskura ke humare sir pe haat rukhte. Hume yaad nahi kubhi daanta ho albatta baron ko samjhate ke bachhon se kese pesh aate hain. Hume ye bhi yaad hai ke raat ko khub tahajjud parha kerte aur hume us andhre kumre se bohut dur lugta.
Unhon ne aik tota paala, jis ka naam "mitthu" par gaya tha. Rozana nashte ke baad kaam pe jaate taya kuch der baramde main khare ho ker mitthu se batain kerte aur phir hamari dadi ki duain le ker chal dete. Un ko mitthu se bara pyar tha. Aaj barson guzarne ke baad bhi jo log hamari haveli main aate jaate rahe the, milte hain to mitthu ka zikar zarror aata hai. Jub hamare taya ke haan un ke bare bete Nisar bhai paida huwe to pyar se woh unhe bhi "mitthu" bulate. Ab ghar main do mitthu ho gaye to tote ko sub ne "mian mitthu" bana diya. Nisar bhai bachpun se bohut bimar rehte the. Un ko hur waqt badan main 'khench' aati rehti. Hakkemon se kaam na bana to "wilayti doctron' ko dikhaya. Koi kehta 'focal seizures' hain koi kehta 'Tic' ka marz hai magar kisi dawaii ne kaam na kiya. Taya Nisar bhai ke liye bohut pareshan rehte.
Aik subh hum uthe to naashte ki mez per taya nahi the. Ghar pe ajeeb matami mahol chaya tha. Hum ne amma se poocha: 'kiya huwa'. Amma ne bataya: 'kul raat mian mitthu mur gaye'. Hum bhi bare udas huwe magar taya ko to jese us ki maut ka ghin lug gaya. Chup rehne lage. Ab Nisar bhai ki pehle se kahin ziyada fiqar kerne lage, jese obsession ho gaya ho. Dadi aur tayi ne bohut samjhaya ke allah ki murzi hai, achhe se achhe hakeemon, doctron aur homeopathic ko dikha diya, nazar bhi utarwa li, sadqa bhi ker diya aur kaale jaadu ka tor bhi kiya - ab nisar ki halat nahi theek hoti to kiya karain. Allah ka shukar karo baqi khandan ki saari auladain sahetmand hain - magar taya ko qarar na aaya, bister se lug gaye. Hum un ko glucose ki drip laga kerte dekhte. Aur phir aik din taya is jaahne faani se kuch ker gaye.
Taya ki jaan "mian mitthu" aur "mitthu" main atak gai thi.
Mere taya yani abbu ke bare bhai suna hai parhe likhe aadmi the. Un ki pervarish Agra main hui, is liye abbu batate hain urdu bari shaista bolte the. Ye bhi suna hai ke un ke column akhbaron main chapa kerte the, lakin hamare khandan main baqi kisi ko aesi koi dilchaspi nahi thi, is liye agar chape bhi the to ab kuch nahi maalum ke kaunse akhbar main likhte the aur allah jaane kiya likhte the. Hame to bus itna yaad hai ke jub hum 4/5 baras ke the to rozana naashte ki mez per hum un ke saath bethte, woh akhbar parhte aur hum un se batain kerte aur woh muskura ke humare sir pe haat rukhte. Hume yaad nahi kubhi daanta ho albatta baron ko samjhate ke bachhon se kese pesh aate hain. Hume ye bhi yaad hai ke raat ko khub tahajjud parha kerte aur hume us andhre kumre se bohut dur lugta.
Unhon ne aik tota paala, jis ka naam "mitthu" par gaya tha. Rozana nashte ke baad kaam pe jaate taya kuch der baramde main khare ho ker mitthu se batain kerte aur phir hamari dadi ki duain le ker chal dete. Un ko mitthu se bara pyar tha. Aaj barson guzarne ke baad bhi jo log hamari haveli main aate jaate rahe the, milte hain to mitthu ka zikar zarror aata hai. Jub hamare taya ke haan un ke bare bete Nisar bhai paida huwe to pyar se woh unhe bhi "mitthu" bulate. Ab ghar main do mitthu ho gaye to tote ko sub ne "mian mitthu" bana diya. Nisar bhai bachpun se bohut bimar rehte the. Un ko hur waqt badan main 'khench' aati rehti. Hakkemon se kaam na bana to "wilayti doctron' ko dikhaya. Koi kehta 'focal seizures' hain koi kehta 'Tic' ka marz hai magar kisi dawaii ne kaam na kiya. Taya Nisar bhai ke liye bohut pareshan rehte.
Aik subh hum uthe to naashte ki mez per taya nahi the. Ghar pe ajeeb matami mahol chaya tha. Hum ne amma se poocha: 'kiya huwa'. Amma ne bataya: 'kul raat mian mitthu mur gaye'. Hum bhi bare udas huwe magar taya ko to jese us ki maut ka ghin lug gaya. Chup rehne lage. Ab Nisar bhai ki pehle se kahin ziyada fiqar kerne lage, jese obsession ho gaya ho. Dadi aur tayi ne bohut samjhaya ke allah ki murzi hai, achhe se achhe hakeemon, doctron aur homeopathic ko dikha diya, nazar bhi utarwa li, sadqa bhi ker diya aur kaale jaadu ka tor bhi kiya - ab nisar ki halat nahi theek hoti to kiya karain. Allah ka shukar karo baqi khandan ki saari auladain sahetmand hain - magar taya ko qarar na aaya, bister se lug gaye. Hum un ko glucose ki drip laga kerte dekhte. Aur phir aik din taya is jaahne faani se kuch ker gaye.
Taya ki jaan "mian mitthu" aur "mitthu" main atak gai thi.
(35 years fast forward)
Nisar Bhai ne teen baras pehle apne kidney transplant ke liye mujh se kuch qarz liya tha. Allah ke fazal se transplant kaamyab raha. Transplant ke baad un ki kench ki bimari bhi qadre dafa ho gai. Mashaallah ab Atlanta main karobar ker rahe hain. Mujhe paison ki zarrorat pari to main ne unhe phone kiya to kehne lage abhi to nahi mere paas, teen mahine ka waqt do. Main ne kuch na kaha. Us raat taya mere khawab main aaye aur bole: "mitthu ko tang na karo". Main ne dusre din Nisar bhai ko phone kiya, taya ki baat to na bataii magar kaha: 'aap befiqar ho jaain, jub hon - lauta dijye ga". Taya ki jaan shayed mar ke bhi "mitthu" main atki hui thi.
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Jinn aur tota
Tum ne us Jinn ki kahani to suni hogi jis ki jaan tote main thi. Tote ki taang tor do, jinn ki tang toot gai. Tote ki gardan maroro, jinn ji gardan toot gai - Jese kisi aurat ki jaan us ke zewar main, kisi artitst ki jaan us ke brush main aur kisi shayer ki jaan us ke qalam main atki hoti hai.
Kubhi aap ne socha ke aap ki jaan kis tote main atki hai?
Kubhi aap ne socha ke aap ki jaan kis tote main atki hai?
Saturday, January 20, 2007
Phool
Kiya ye sach hoga ke jo log zindagi main phool bikherte rehte hain, maut ke baad unki qabar pe phool khil aate hain?
Friday, January 19, 2007
Saving a person
Zaman-o-makan se bhi bara hai aik faasla
Jeese siyaane kehte hain dil ka faasla
When Holy book says that if you have saved one person, you have saved the whole humanity - it does not imply only to save someone physically but also to save someone from emotional or psychological death.
Jeese siyaane kehte hain dil ka faasla
When Holy book says that if you have saved one person, you have saved the whole humanity - it does not imply only to save someone physically but also to save someone from emotional or psychological death.
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Events
Events of my life is connected to yours!!
A man was sitting in a field enjoying the sun when suddenly he is bitten on the hand by a lizard. As his hand starts to throb with pain, he walks to a nearby river and sticks his hand in to soak it. While sitting there, he notices a man drowning. He dives in, grabs hold of the man, and pulls him to shore."Thank you. You saved my life!" the man exclaims. "You should thank the lizard that bit my hand," the bitten man replied.
(one sufi story).
A man was sitting in a field enjoying the sun when suddenly he is bitten on the hand by a lizard. As his hand starts to throb with pain, he walks to a nearby river and sticks his hand in to soak it. While sitting there, he notices a man drowning. He dives in, grabs hold of the man, and pulls him to shore."Thank you. You saved my life!" the man exclaims. "You should thank the lizard that bit my hand," the bitten man replied.
(one sufi story).
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Sameer Ali Uncle
Sameer Ali uncle jese kamzor dil ka aadmi aesa kaam karega ye to kabhi mere wahem-o-ghuman main bhi nahi aa sakta tha. Sameer Ali uncle aur ye waaqia...kese yaqeen ker lun.
Sameer Ali uncle hamare parosi the. Aesa saada aadmi main ne na dekha na suna. Laraai jhagron se koson dur bhagte the. Apni choti si duniya main magan rehte the. Main rozana magrib ke waqt unhe apne bete ka haat pakre masjid ki taraf jaate dekhta aur isha ke baad yunhi haat thaame lotte dekhta. Ye bila-naga roz ka maamul tha. Jis din ye na hota hume pata lug jaata ke aaj unke bete hashim ki tabiyat theek nahi. Un ke bete hashim ko Down syndrome tha. Bohut severe qisam ka down syndrome. Khud unhe bhi congestive heart failure ka aarza tha. Sameer Ali uncle ghar bethe accounting ka kaam kerte.Yun un ke bete ki dekh bhal bhi ho jaati aur ghar ka dana paani bhi chalta rehta. Unhon ne apne bete ko kaiee special needs ke school main daakhil kerwaya magar hashim ka down syndrome itna shadeed tha ke kisi bhi school main ziyada na ther saka. Aakhir dil-bardashta ho ker unhon ne khud hi hashim ki dekh bhal sambhal li. Sameer Ali uncle ki begum koi 12 baras pehle breast cancer se faut ho gain thi. Aur koi rishtedar tha nahi. Jo the unhon ne bhi hashim ki wajah se ghar aana kum ker diya tha. Hashim agar kabhi apni dawaii na leta to us pe mirgi (seizures) ke dore parte. Wese bara pyara lurka tha magar bimarion ka ghar tha. Sameer Ali uncle ki aik beti thi, use america biah diya. Shadi ke baad woh apni duniya main magan ho gai. Kabhi kabhi us ke phone hamare ghar aate to Sameer Ali uncle chai peene ruk jate, to bhi ziyada tur chup rehte ya hashim ko sambhalte rehte.
Dheere dheere jese jese unka heart failure barhta gaya unka ghar se nikalne kum hota gaya. Aik din ghar ki balcony main nazar aaye to laga ke bohut ziyada bimar hain. Saans buri tarah phuli hui thi. Mohalle ke doctor ki home visits barhti gai.
Aur phir ye khabar poore mohalle pe bijli ban ker giri. Al-aman al-hafiz. Sameer Ali uncle ne aesa kiya ! Jitna sochte utna dil main hole uthta. Aik roz fajar ki namaz ke baad Sameer Ali uncle ne hashim ka gala ghonta aur apni heart medicines ka over dose le ker khud bhi khud-kushi ker li. Aaj bhi sochta hun to dil kaanp jaata hai ke aesi kiya zehni halat hogi aur majboori ki woh kiya kefiyat hogi ke Sameer Ali uncle jese kamzor dil ke aadmi ne apne hi bete ki jaan le li.
Aaj bhi jab meri nazar kisi down syndrome ke bachhe pe parti hai to Sameer Ali uncle aur Hashim haat thame masjid ki taraf jaate nazar aate hain. Aur dil kerta hai magreeb ka ye waqt yahin ther jaaye aur kabhi isha na ho!
Sameer Ali uncle hamare parosi the. Aesa saada aadmi main ne na dekha na suna. Laraai jhagron se koson dur bhagte the. Apni choti si duniya main magan rehte the. Main rozana magrib ke waqt unhe apne bete ka haat pakre masjid ki taraf jaate dekhta aur isha ke baad yunhi haat thaame lotte dekhta. Ye bila-naga roz ka maamul tha. Jis din ye na hota hume pata lug jaata ke aaj unke bete hashim ki tabiyat theek nahi. Un ke bete hashim ko Down syndrome tha. Bohut severe qisam ka down syndrome. Khud unhe bhi congestive heart failure ka aarza tha. Sameer Ali uncle ghar bethe accounting ka kaam kerte.Yun un ke bete ki dekh bhal bhi ho jaati aur ghar ka dana paani bhi chalta rehta. Unhon ne apne bete ko kaiee special needs ke school main daakhil kerwaya magar hashim ka down syndrome itna shadeed tha ke kisi bhi school main ziyada na ther saka. Aakhir dil-bardashta ho ker unhon ne khud hi hashim ki dekh bhal sambhal li. Sameer Ali uncle ki begum koi 12 baras pehle breast cancer se faut ho gain thi. Aur koi rishtedar tha nahi. Jo the unhon ne bhi hashim ki wajah se ghar aana kum ker diya tha. Hashim agar kabhi apni dawaii na leta to us pe mirgi (seizures) ke dore parte. Wese bara pyara lurka tha magar bimarion ka ghar tha. Sameer Ali uncle ki aik beti thi, use america biah diya. Shadi ke baad woh apni duniya main magan ho gai. Kabhi kabhi us ke phone hamare ghar aate to Sameer Ali uncle chai peene ruk jate, to bhi ziyada tur chup rehte ya hashim ko sambhalte rehte.
Dheere dheere jese jese unka heart failure barhta gaya unka ghar se nikalne kum hota gaya. Aik din ghar ki balcony main nazar aaye to laga ke bohut ziyada bimar hain. Saans buri tarah phuli hui thi. Mohalle ke doctor ki home visits barhti gai.
Aur phir ye khabar poore mohalle pe bijli ban ker giri. Al-aman al-hafiz. Sameer Ali uncle ne aesa kiya ! Jitna sochte utna dil main hole uthta. Aik roz fajar ki namaz ke baad Sameer Ali uncle ne hashim ka gala ghonta aur apni heart medicines ka over dose le ker khud bhi khud-kushi ker li. Aaj bhi sochta hun to dil kaanp jaata hai ke aesi kiya zehni halat hogi aur majboori ki woh kiya kefiyat hogi ke Sameer Ali uncle jese kamzor dil ke aadmi ne apne hi bete ki jaan le li.
Aaj bhi jab meri nazar kisi down syndrome ke bachhe pe parti hai to Sameer Ali uncle aur Hashim haat thame masjid ki taraf jaate nazar aate hain. Aur dil kerta hai magreeb ka ye waqt yahin ther jaaye aur kabhi isha na ho!
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Andheri Gali
Us ne apna kal raat ka waaqia mujhe kuch yun sunaya
Ghar jaldi paunchne ke chakkar main, maiN ne bari sarak tak ke liye aik short cut liya. Short cut kiya tha ghup andehra tha. Nazar aana to door ki baat, aesa andhera tha ke haat ko haat na sujhaii de. MaiN ne apni bicycle ki raftar tez ker di. Aesa lagta tha ke ye gali aur is gali ke makeen jaane pechane hain magar mujhe un se bohut khauf aa raha tha. Meri bicycle ki raftar tez thi, mujhe kisi ne chua bhi nahi (ya shayed kisi ne chua tha). Jab maiN bari sarak pe pauncha to mera wallet gaib tha.......ye kesi andheri galian hoti hain jin main apne jese hi log rehte hain, jo apni apni si lag ke bhi khaufzada kerti hain aur insaan ko pata bhi nahi chalta ke kab uski saari mataa' (fortune) us andheri gali main loot gai.
Ghar jaldi paunchne ke chakkar main, maiN ne bari sarak tak ke liye aik short cut liya. Short cut kiya tha ghup andehra tha. Nazar aana to door ki baat, aesa andhera tha ke haat ko haat na sujhaii de. MaiN ne apni bicycle ki raftar tez ker di. Aesa lagta tha ke ye gali aur is gali ke makeen jaane pechane hain magar mujhe un se bohut khauf aa raha tha. Meri bicycle ki raftar tez thi, mujhe kisi ne chua bhi nahi (ya shayed kisi ne chua tha). Jab maiN bari sarak pe pauncha to mera wallet gaib tha.......ye kesi andheri galian hoti hain jin main apne jese hi log rehte hain, jo apni apni si lag ke bhi khaufzada kerti hain aur insaan ko pata bhi nahi chalta ke kab uski saari mataa' (fortune) us andheri gali main loot gai.
Monday, January 15, 2007
Sunday, January 14, 2007
pareende
Shayed insaan bhi kabhi hawaon main urta raha hoga aur phir shayed zameen ki chahat ne us ke par kaat diye, kiun ke shehar pe jab bhi koi aafat aane wali hoti hai to saare pareende mil ker chechahana shuru kar dete hain aur koi musibat aane se pehle insaan ka dil bhi kehne lagta hai ke 'kuch hone wala hai'
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Aik kahani
"Aap to dubara Pakistan settle hone gaye the aur suna tha ke aap aram se settle bhi ho gaye hain. Wapas kiun aa gaye"?
"Aap ko batata hun ke shayed aap meri baat samjhain. Aap ko to pata hai main RT (Respiratory Therapist) hun. 13 baras pehle jab Pakistan se aaya to bus dil main yahi tha ke watan wapas jaayain ge aur apne mulk main rahain ge..... Mehnat ki, odd jobs ker ke college complete ki, RT bhi ban gaya, Green card aur phir citizenship bhi mil gayi, shadi hui, bachhe huwe aur zindagi ka karwan sukoon se chal raha tha magar ander kahin watan ki yaad har dum bechain kiye rakhti thi. Pichle baras Pakistan gaya to dekha Karachi main kai bare bare hospital khul gaye hain aur RTs ki zabardast demand hai. Naye Naye breathing machines, jinhe ventilator kehte hain ko operate kerne waale log hi nahi the. Wapas aake biwi ke haat per jore ke chalo abhi waqt hai. Mun maangi salary hai. Phir lot chalte hain.
Pakistan jaa ke mujhe koi dikkat nahi hui. Watan wapas aane ka euphoria tha. Jo makan yahan becha usi se clifton ke ilaqe main luxury apartment aur car le li. Allah ke fazal se dono bachhe bhi foran set ho gaye. Biwi ko bhi jab naukranian mil gain to khush rehne lagi. Meri job bhi shuru ho gayi. Dekhte hi dekhte main poore hospital pe cha gaya. Oxygen, nebulizers aur breathing machines sahi operate hone lage to doctors bhi khush the aur hospital waale bhi.
Magar phir aik chota sa waaqia huwa aur dil aesa uchat huwa ke sub kuch chor ke wapas america aa gaya. Huwa yun ke aik din mujhe raat 10 baje phone aaya ke hospital main aik no-jawan ko laaye haiin aur breathing machine patient se synchronize nahi ho raha hai. Main ICU paucha to aik intihaai khubsurat 21/22 baras ka larka tha. Jise khub mara gaya tha. Us ke bachne ki umeed kum thi. Ma baap ka iklota beta tha. Honor student tha. Jald aeronautical aur aviation ki training ke liye UK jaane waala tha. Us ko bachpan se airplanes se diwangi ki hud tuk shoq tha aur ab scholarship mil gayi thi aur us ke khawab poore hone waale the. Magar meri nazar to uske baap se na hatti thi. Use to jese sakta sa ho gaya tha....Main bed ke paas breathing machine reset ker raha tha to kehne laga...zindagi ka aik aik pal jis bete ko diya use log itni aasani se kese cheen sakte hain...ye baat mere zahen main teer ki tarah lagi. Mere apne bete ki surat meri aankhon main phir gai...huwa yun ke....Gol market se logon ne america ke khilaf juloos nikala. Juloos sunni masjid se nikla tha. Raaste main shion ki koi colony parti thi. Juloos wale america ko to bhool gaye magar shia colony pe pathrao shuru ker diya. Ye bachha bahir khara tha. Juloos walon ke kiya dil main aai ke is ke peeche bhage. Ye ander colony main ghusa to ander jaake ise pakar liya aur itna mara ke ab ye hospital main para tha. Isi doran suna ke maulvion ne KFC jala di aur ander do masoom kaam kerne waale larke jo musalman hi the saath jala diye....aur kitni aesi khabrain sunaon...Bus ghar aata, apne bete ki surat dekhta aur raat bhar so nahi pata...kai baap aur ma nazron main phirte rehte. Aas paas ke log kuch na feel kerte jese kuch huwa hi nahi. Ajeeb behisi ka aalam tha. Bus aesa dil kharab huwa hai ke wapas aa gaya.
Mujhe na to pollution ne, na traffic ne aur na garmi ne tang kiya. Pehle se rishwat aur corruption ke liye bhi tayyar tha. Magar aapas ki nafratain, logon ka wahsianapan aur behisi mujhe maar gayi. Main wapas aa gaya....Aap bhi meri biwi ki tarah sochte honge ke kesa jazbati aur bewaqoof aadmi hai !"
"Aap ko batata hun ke shayed aap meri baat samjhain. Aap ko to pata hai main RT (Respiratory Therapist) hun. 13 baras pehle jab Pakistan se aaya to bus dil main yahi tha ke watan wapas jaayain ge aur apne mulk main rahain ge..... Mehnat ki, odd jobs ker ke college complete ki, RT bhi ban gaya, Green card aur phir citizenship bhi mil gayi, shadi hui, bachhe huwe aur zindagi ka karwan sukoon se chal raha tha magar ander kahin watan ki yaad har dum bechain kiye rakhti thi. Pichle baras Pakistan gaya to dekha Karachi main kai bare bare hospital khul gaye hain aur RTs ki zabardast demand hai. Naye Naye breathing machines, jinhe ventilator kehte hain ko operate kerne waale log hi nahi the. Wapas aake biwi ke haat per jore ke chalo abhi waqt hai. Mun maangi salary hai. Phir lot chalte hain.
Pakistan jaa ke mujhe koi dikkat nahi hui. Watan wapas aane ka euphoria tha. Jo makan yahan becha usi se clifton ke ilaqe main luxury apartment aur car le li. Allah ke fazal se dono bachhe bhi foran set ho gaye. Biwi ko bhi jab naukranian mil gain to khush rehne lagi. Meri job bhi shuru ho gayi. Dekhte hi dekhte main poore hospital pe cha gaya. Oxygen, nebulizers aur breathing machines sahi operate hone lage to doctors bhi khush the aur hospital waale bhi.
Magar phir aik chota sa waaqia huwa aur dil aesa uchat huwa ke sub kuch chor ke wapas america aa gaya. Huwa yun ke aik din mujhe raat 10 baje phone aaya ke hospital main aik no-jawan ko laaye haiin aur breathing machine patient se synchronize nahi ho raha hai. Main ICU paucha to aik intihaai khubsurat 21/22 baras ka larka tha. Jise khub mara gaya tha. Us ke bachne ki umeed kum thi. Ma baap ka iklota beta tha. Honor student tha. Jald aeronautical aur aviation ki training ke liye UK jaane waala tha. Us ko bachpan se airplanes se diwangi ki hud tuk shoq tha aur ab scholarship mil gayi thi aur us ke khawab poore hone waale the. Magar meri nazar to uske baap se na hatti thi. Use to jese sakta sa ho gaya tha....Main bed ke paas breathing machine reset ker raha tha to kehne laga...zindagi ka aik aik pal jis bete ko diya use log itni aasani se kese cheen sakte hain...ye baat mere zahen main teer ki tarah lagi. Mere apne bete ki surat meri aankhon main phir gai...huwa yun ke....Gol market se logon ne america ke khilaf juloos nikala. Juloos sunni masjid se nikla tha. Raaste main shion ki koi colony parti thi. Juloos wale america ko to bhool gaye magar shia colony pe pathrao shuru ker diya. Ye bachha bahir khara tha. Juloos walon ke kiya dil main aai ke is ke peeche bhage. Ye ander colony main ghusa to ander jaake ise pakar liya aur itna mara ke ab ye hospital main para tha. Isi doran suna ke maulvion ne KFC jala di aur ander do masoom kaam kerne waale larke jo musalman hi the saath jala diye....aur kitni aesi khabrain sunaon...Bus ghar aata, apne bete ki surat dekhta aur raat bhar so nahi pata...kai baap aur ma nazron main phirte rehte. Aas paas ke log kuch na feel kerte jese kuch huwa hi nahi. Ajeeb behisi ka aalam tha. Bus aesa dil kharab huwa hai ke wapas aa gaya.
Mujhe na to pollution ne, na traffic ne aur na garmi ne tang kiya. Pehle se rishwat aur corruption ke liye bhi tayyar tha. Magar aapas ki nafratain, logon ka wahsianapan aur behisi mujhe maar gayi. Main wapas aa gaya....Aap bhi meri biwi ki tarah sochte honge ke kesa jazbati aur bewaqoof aadmi hai !"
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Faasle
Aik aesi kahani jo America main basne wale lakhon illegal immigrants ki zindagi main rozana kahin na kahin likhi jaati hai !
"bhai ! jub main 5 ya 6 baras ka tha to mujhe aik bara bhayanak khawab aata tha. Woh khawab main ne aaj tuk kisi ko nahi sunaya. Main dekhta tha ke meri ma ne sufed (white) saari pehni hai aur woh jheel main doob rahi hai. Main kamzor aur chota hun. Raat ka waqt hai. Aur main apni ma ko dubtte dekhta hun..... Aaj hazaron meel door meri ma akeli maut ki aakhri saansain gin rahi hai. Main uske paas nahi ja sakta. Main aaj bhi utna hi chota aur kamzor hun - bus use dubta dekh raha hun".
"bhai ! jub main 5 ya 6 baras ka tha to mujhe aik bara bhayanak khawab aata tha. Woh khawab main ne aaj tuk kisi ko nahi sunaya. Main dekhta tha ke meri ma ne sufed (white) saari pehni hai aur woh jheel main doob rahi hai. Main kamzor aur chota hun. Raat ka waqt hai. Aur main apni ma ko dubtte dekhta hun..... Aaj hazaron meel door meri ma akeli maut ki aakhri saansain gin rahi hai. Main uske paas nahi ja sakta. Main aaj bhi utna hi chota aur kamzor hun - bus use dubta dekh raha hun".
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Rukuh
"I don't understand that one funny position in your muslim prayers".
"Which one?"
"In which you put your hands on knees and bend forward half of your body".
"Oh ! you mean RUKUH. We call it rukuh".
"And ?"
"It signifies that even if you submit half of yourself to All mighty - he will accept you, as he is very merciful. Probably idea is to enhance the concept of submission to him in deeds of everyday's life".
(Agar khuda ki taraf aadhe bhi juhk jao to woh tumhe qabool ker lega)
"Which one?"
"In which you put your hands on knees and bend forward half of your body".
"Oh ! you mean RUKUH. We call it rukuh".
"And ?"
"It signifies that even if you submit half of yourself to All mighty - he will accept you, as he is very merciful. Probably idea is to enhance the concept of submission to him in deeds of everyday's life".
(Agar khuda ki taraf aadhe bhi juhk jao to woh tumhe qabool ker lega)
Monday, January 08, 2007
fitrat
"Hum bachpan se best friends hain. Tum mujh se shadi kiun nahi ker lete"
"Dekho razzo ! Jahan tak dosti hai, theek hai magar tumhari meri shadi chale gi nahi. Main to tumhare saath chal lun ga magar tum mere saath nahi reh sako gi"
"Kiun?"
"Tum ho parhi likhi. Academia wali. Tumhe hai intellectual banne ka diarrhea. Hur cheez main logic dhundhne ki bimari. Hur cheez ko 'black and white' main dekhna ki adat. Ye sahi hai woh galat hai. Aesa hona chahiye wesa hona chahiye. Ye karo woh na karo.... to mujhe to problem nahi hai ke tum har cheez main mantiq aur jawaz dhundo magar main Tehra aawara aur la-ubali. Aaj is larki ke peeche kul us larki ke peeche. Tum kese raho gi mere saath?'
"To tum ye harkatain chor kiun nahi dete"
"Ooper se tum sawal bhi bohut kerti ho... magar hum mardon ki zaat hi aesi hai. Hamari to genes hi polygamous hai. Tum mujh se woh maango gi, jo meri fitrat hi nahi.... "
Sunday, January 07, 2007
Special places
(Don't you feel different walking into the corridors of hospital!)
Jahan kahin mandir, masjid, girja, dargah ho - wahan zaroor jana chahiye aur un jaghon ki izzat kerni chahiye kiun ke wahan allah bhagwan rehte na rehte hon, logon ki duain, aarzuain aur tamannain zaroor rehti hain.
Friday, January 05, 2007
insomniac
"chaar (4) buj rahe hain, main to sone chala...abe tujhe neend kiyun nahi aati. Aur soye bagair bhi next day tu fresh rehta hai. Tu set hai"
"Dekh bhai ! mur ke to sona hi hai to kiyun na zindagi jaag ke basar ki jaaye. Bus aik baar sochne ki zaroorat hai"
Thursday, January 04, 2007
Bad habit
You will find it amazing that some people instead of acknowledging and trying to get rid of their bad habits actually love their bad habits. Like when he said to me: "Gambling is like a daughter to me".
I think these people are a lot more honest than people who continue to pretend as honest!
I think these people are a lot more honest than people who continue to pretend as honest!
Sometimes we accept that we have lost the war against bad habits. We learn to co-exist with bad habits - be it smoking, gambling, etc
Ghalib chuti sharab per ab bhi kubhi kubhi
peeta hun roze-abar O shabe-mahtab main
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
Faheem Bhai
Faheem Bhai se main barson baad mila. Mohalle main bara naam hota tha unka. Jeedar aadmi the. Apni shaan se jeete the. Mohalle ki har committee main shaamil hote. Shadi biyah aur mayyat dono main barh charh ker hissa lete. Police se koi 'mukmuka' kerwana ho to sub faheem bhai ko le jaate. Koi unhe gunda badmaash kehta magar jinke kaam huwe woh izzat kerte na thakte. Hamari amma hume faheem bhai se darati ke ye karo werna faheem bhai se keh dungi, woh karo wena faheem bhai......... wagera wagera. Idhar hum sochte ke zara bare ho jaayen to hum bhi faheem bhai ki tarah ye karenge woh karen ge.
"Sub behnon ke aik hi bhai - faheem bhai faheem bhai" ke naam se hum kabhi kabhi un se mazaq ker lete, ke unki maujudgi main kisi ki majal na thi ke mohalle ki larki ko cher de. Magar buri aadatain bhi bohut thin. Jaga Jaga logon ki deewaron pe paan thookna. Ab kaun unhe mana kerta. Raat gaye mohalle ke badnaam makaan main juwa khelna. Sharab chup ke peete magar kabhi kabhi danga bhi ho jaata. Aik baar kisi ne roka to sharab ke nashe main pistol nikala aur 2 hawaii fire ker diye. Ooper se ilaqe ke councilor ke siyasi karkun aur khas aadmi ban gaye.
Aur Phir aik dum se faheem bhai dubai chale gaye. Hum larke unhe bohut miss kerte. Mohalle ki raunaq the aur unke sahare hum bhi seena taan ke chalte the. Main ab ki baar Pakistan gaya to faheem bhai bhi aaye huwe the magar ye woh faheem bhai na the. Ther ther ke baat kerte. Hur cheez main dare dare se lugte. Kisi naye londe ne jaan bujh ker unki Rent-a-car pe dent maar diya. Kuch na bole. Mujh se raha na gaya. Main ne kaha: "Faheem Bhai ye kiya ho gaya hai aap ko". Mere sir pe haat pehra. Kehne lage: "yaar mera aik beta hai. Woh zehni tor pe maazor hai. Meri aik beti hai. Woh ab jawan hone ko aayi hai. Meri biwi bimar rehti hai. Bus dur jaata hun ke mujhe kuch ho gaya to unka kiya hoga. Yaqeen karo! Aulad insaan ko bara kamzor ker deti hai. Bus apni jaga unki zindagi jiye jaao"
"Sub behnon ke aik hi bhai - faheem bhai faheem bhai" ke naam se hum kabhi kabhi un se mazaq ker lete, ke unki maujudgi main kisi ki majal na thi ke mohalle ki larki ko cher de. Magar buri aadatain bhi bohut thin. Jaga Jaga logon ki deewaron pe paan thookna. Ab kaun unhe mana kerta. Raat gaye mohalle ke badnaam makaan main juwa khelna. Sharab chup ke peete magar kabhi kabhi danga bhi ho jaata. Aik baar kisi ne roka to sharab ke nashe main pistol nikala aur 2 hawaii fire ker diye. Ooper se ilaqe ke councilor ke siyasi karkun aur khas aadmi ban gaye.
Aur Phir aik dum se faheem bhai dubai chale gaye. Hum larke unhe bohut miss kerte. Mohalle ki raunaq the aur unke sahare hum bhi seena taan ke chalte the. Main ab ki baar Pakistan gaya to faheem bhai bhi aaye huwe the magar ye woh faheem bhai na the. Ther ther ke baat kerte. Hur cheez main dare dare se lugte. Kisi naye londe ne jaan bujh ker unki Rent-a-car pe dent maar diya. Kuch na bole. Mujh se raha na gaya. Main ne kaha: "Faheem Bhai ye kiya ho gaya hai aap ko". Mere sir pe haat pehra. Kehne lage: "yaar mera aik beta hai. Woh zehni tor pe maazor hai. Meri aik beti hai. Woh ab jawan hone ko aayi hai. Meri biwi bimar rehti hai. Bus dur jaata hun ke mujhe kuch ho gaya to unka kiya hoga. Yaqeen karo! Aulad insaan ko bara kamzor ker deti hai. Bus apni jaga unki zindagi jiye jaao"
Monday, January 01, 2007
On new Year
Fact: Mirza Ghalib predicted his own death to be in 1860 but he died in 1869.
Fiction (?): Mr. XYZ had good command over palmistry and Astrology. He predicted his death either by heart attack or stroke but he died due to an accidental bullet in his head at pawn shop as he get caught in gang war.
Moral: Palmistry, astrology, stones, black magic etc (so called new age subjects) are still very raw. More than anything, they are manifestations of cravings of innocent human desires. And sometime may become "whispers of witch'.
May All Mighty bring light of peace on our planet earth in this coming year.
Fiction (?): Mr. XYZ had good command over palmistry and Astrology. He predicted his death either by heart attack or stroke but he died due to an accidental bullet in his head at pawn shop as he get caught in gang war.
Moral: Palmistry, astrology, stones, black magic etc (so called new age subjects) are still very raw. More than anything, they are manifestations of cravings of innocent human desires. And sometime may become "whispers of witch'.
insaan ko to bus dua ka sahara hai
May All Mighty bring light of peace on our planet earth in this coming year.
Happy 2007.
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